we are the new management

send your questions to the boss upstairs. we're here to do the dirty work. (in hiatus)

[wearethenewmanagement]

there’s a kind of sick pleasure to silence, isn’t there? it stretches everything thin. between it and entropy, well. there’s only so much shouting can do. 

[yidhra-thedreamwitch]

I suppose that creatures of the Void must take their silver linings where they can find them. 

[wearethenewmanagement]

it’s all about the simple pleasures, madame yi. spend too much time in fantasies and you’ll miss so much practical elegance.

[yidhra-thedreamwitch]

Oh yes, so much to be found in the Emptiness. Like silence. And blackness. And silence. 

[wearethenewmanagement]

spoken like a true tourist. if that's all the void has to offer you, your senses are more stunted than we thought. you really ought to lay off the sand.

[wearethenewmanagement]

there’s a kind of sick pleasure to silence, isn’t there? it stretches everything thin. between it and entropy, well. there’s only so much shouting can do. 

[yidhra-thedreamwitch]

I suppose that creatures of the Void must take their silver linings where they can find them. 

[wearethenewmanagement]

it's all about the simple pleasures, madame yi. spend too much time in fantasies and you'll miss so much practical elegance.

[wigglebox]

everybody wants to rule the world [transparent C:]

[whyiseverything-blog]

We are going to have so much fun !!

[aelwen-art]

Levi!Cas for a lovely lady at Ai Kon u3u

[fangedvoid]

what a gross motherfucker

[consulting-cannibal]

ah yes, the fall months

that time of year where i get a violent urge to draw leviacas all the time

[fangedvoid]

y’know, leo probably shouldn’t have looked back at all

[wearethenewmanagement]

castielofthursday replied to your post:there’s a kind of sick pleasure to silence, isn’t…

Long time no cryptic words.

ah, good. ctharanak. where would we be without our peanut gallery?

[castielofthursday]

Peanutless I suppose.

[wearethenewmanagement]

and that’s simply no way to live.

as much as we enjoy the slow seam-ripping anonymity of the heat-death of the universe, it’s just no substitute for blood in your teeth. where are your old siblings, boy? we’re in the mood for the divine.

[castielofthursday]

If I knew were my siblings were do you think I would be standing here talking to you? I would be off somewhere else. With them. Being normal.

[wearethenewmanagement]

please. if you enjoyed “being normal” with angels, you’d have never invited us out in the first place; void knows you’ve lingered long with us when you had brighter company waiting for you elsewhere. 

[castielofthursday]

I didn’t invite you. You hitched a ride like a parasite. And then you wouldn’t leave when commanded to. You still haven’t left. Like a rude house guest.

[wearethenewmanagement]

who exactly did you think lived in purgatory? when you swallowed up all the souls, did you think you were only inviting the nice monsters who lived quiet lives of humble reflection and died in obscurity? you knew what you were doing. you knew we would come to your call. you bring us to this paradise and you expect us to leave just as the party starts?

[wearethenewmanagement]

They crook the arm in question and lay Their other hand over her grip, leaning into her embrace. An answering rumble booms from Their chest as a splintering smile narrows Their features into slits, beaming fondness back at the goddess. “look at you, walking without your threads,” They admire.

[fearherself]

“Oh.” She jumps a little bit in surprise and then blushes furiously. Of course They would know. Paranoia makes her squirm and shiver even as she beams up at Them, eyes flickering between Their own and those ever sharp teeth. Tips her head this way and that, practically radiating pride as she preens for them. She swallows thickly and just to keep Them proud of her, shifts so her eyes become pits of black tar, empty but for the ooze now dripping down her cheeks. Her voice bubbles with sticky pops, “sso g-ood to see you~.”

[wearethenewmanagement]

They make a harsh bark of delight at the joke, and lean in to lick a dribbling line off of her cheek. They smack Their teeth, infinitely amused by the taste. "yesss, it has been too long. of course we must have the silence--life is made in the contrast--but that season has passed. tell us, fear, how has the kingdom fared?"

[wearethenewmanagement]

castielofthursday replied to your post:there’s a kind of sick pleasure to silence, isn’t…

Long time no cryptic words.

ah, good. ctharanak. where would we be without our peanut gallery?

[castielofthursday]

Peanutless I suppose.

[wearethenewmanagement]

and that’s simply no way to live.

as much as we enjoy the slow seam-ripping anonymity of the heat-death of the universe, it’s just no substitute for blood in your teeth. where are your old siblings, boy? we’re in the mood for the divine.

[castielofthursday]

If I knew were my siblings were do you think I would be standing here talking to you? I would be off somewhere else. With them. Being normal.

[wearethenewmanagement]

please. if you enjoyed "being normal" with angels, you'd have never invited us out in the first place; void knows you've lingered long with us when you had brighter company waiting for you elsewhere. 

[wearethenewmanagement]

there’s a kind of sick pleasure to silence, isn’t there? it stretches everything thin. between it and entropy, well. there’s only so much shouting can do. 

[fearherself]

*casually wraps her arms around one of theirs and nods into their shoulder while making a purring noise that sounds vaguely of thunderstorms*

[wearethenewmanagement]

They crook the arm in question and lay Their other hand over her grip, leaning into her embrace. An answering rumble booms from Their chest as a splintering smile narrows Their features into slits, beaming fondness back at the goddess. "look at you, walking without your threads," They admire.

[wearethenewmanagement]

castielofthursday replied to your post:there’s a kind of sick pleasure to silence, isn’t…

Long time no cryptic words.

ah, good. ctharanak. where would we be without our peanut gallery?

[castielofthursday]

Peanutless I suppose.

[wearethenewmanagement]

and that's simply no way to live.

as much as we enjoy the slow seam-ripping anonymity of the heat-death of the universe, it's just no substitute for blood in your teeth. where are your old siblings, boy? we're in the mood for the divine.

[wearethenewmanagement]

castielofthursday replied to your post:there’s a kind of sick pleasure to silence, isn’t...

Long time no cryptic words.

ah, good. ctharanak. where would we be without our peanut gallery?

[wearethenewmanagement]

there's a kind of sick pleasure to silence, isn't there? it stretches everything thin. between it and entropy, well. there's only so much shouting can do. 

[wearethenewmanagement]

If you were a plant you would be a Aldrovanda vesiculosa

aww!

[theleviathanshavetheangel]

Dare I ask what happened to the Novaks?

amelia novak is irrelevant. claire novak, on the other hand, is of paramount importance. she is our Witness.

come and see.

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